The glass is fogged
And I can’t see
You’re on the outside
Guiding me
You tell me to turn
Where there is no road
Now I’m in a hole
Where a river once flowed
Now I see the bones
At the bottom of this gorge
And a forgotten ring
Which from blood was forged
I see the mistake
The window is clear
So I’ll grit my teeth
And have no fear
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 3:51 PM UTC
The glass is fogged
And I can’t see
You’re on the outside
Guiding me
You tell me to turn
Where there is no road
Now I’m in a hole
Where a river once flowed
Now I see the bones
At the bottom of this gorge
And a forgotten ring
Which from blood was forged
I see the mistake
The window is clear
So I’ll grit my teeth
And have no fear
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